"Miss, the 'bob' you want has been cut." The barber's respectful tone interrupted Xianyu's memories, "Are you satisfied with it?"
Xianyu woke up from her memories and stared blankly at "herself" in the mirror: pure purple ear-length short hair slightly curled in at the ends, adding a touch of youthful vitality to her originally delicate and melancholy face, and her body that originally looked frail due to
The hair was short, neat and somewhat tough. Xian Yu searched all the adjectives she had learned in her mind, but in the end she came up with only one word - beautiful! It was beautiful, and there were no other words that could describe that delicate and pure look.
Her face, that kind of beauty cannot be called breathtaking, nor can it be called stunning, but it is beautiful, beautiful to the core, not absolutely beautiful, but pure.
"Wow." The maid standing next to her exclaimed sincerely and said to Xian Yu without any hint of flattery, "Miss, she looks so beautiful after she cuts her hair!"
Xianyu listened to the maid's praise in a daze, and then she came to her senses and nodded politely.
Then he squatted down and carefully picked up the hair scattered on the ground, one by one, and wrapped it in a handkerchief. Every movement was so careful, as if these hairs were alive, and it would hurt them if you were not careful.
The maid also wanted to help Xianyu pick it up, but she refused. This is the respect of one unfortunate soul to another unfortunate soul, and no one can disturb it.
Xianyu finally understood how helpless the misunderstandings in this world were. Xianyu also guessed the reason why the body resisted those memories. That Yayan was probably Xianyu's friend. Takeshita Xianyu mercilessly
Are you so resistant to this memory because you were hurt by friendship?
